Chastity awoke from a gloomy dream. The dream had been just gray and featureless plains. Her friends called her moody and depressed. It they could see her dreams they would understand. It was not that Chastity was simply suffering from a slight mental condition. It was just that she did not have any real reason to be happy. She could fake it, oh yes, but why bother? Ennui was the best word for it. Chastity was jaded and she was only eighteen.
Life did not have much to make her happy. She liked her three friends alright. She felt comfortable around them. When she was alone she felt listless and bored. Music was dull and repetitive. TV was stupid. She hated the internet. She liked movies but only the ones that were imported from other countries and not translated. Reading was alright if she stayed away from the silly fiction. Everyone was always screwing in fiction. Chastity would never read that poor smut. She liked books that gave real information.
Chastity spent the first hour after waking making and eating a bland breakfast; dry toast, raisin bran, orange juice. There was no reason to put that coloured sugary junk her younger sister liked in her body. Chastity just wanted to stop feeling hungry; food was fuel. While she ate Chastity read from a book containing a history of Soviet Russia. There was no real reason why she was reading this book except that she found the bleak world view it described ... not comforting but familiar.
Chastity dressed in pair of jeans and simple t-shirt. Her friends had said she would look much better if she bought better clothing. She had told them how clothing was unimportant to what a person was actually like on the inside. They had told her to not be so down. If she dressed better then maybe she could get laid and be happy. Chastity wondered why her friends kept saying that. Sex was holdover from the animalistic period of human evolution. Pleasure was just one way that the human brain made sure to get the genes passed on. Chastity was trying to be more evolved than that.
Although, Chastity thought, there was something about hormonal stimulation that she thought had merit if only she did not have to have a high-school boy help her. She knew of the most usual method and had tried it a few times before. But always with the same result; not really getting anything out of it.
She looked at herself in the mirror. There was no reason to smile. She looked good and that was enough. Then why did she feel there was something missing.
Chastity saw the little box then. It had been hidden under the stack of magazines she had purchased at the mall the day before. She did not know where the box had come from but the necklace it contained was gorgeous. Chastity had never been one to consider jewelry important, she did not even have pierced ears. But she took the lovely necklace and ran it around her neck. She clasped it tight and straightened out her short, brown hair. The necklace pulled in tight and the crystal glittered brightly. Chastity saw the little 'C' inside and smiled at her reflection. She tucked the gem under her top.
There was flush of heat and a tingle and goosebumps. Chastity felt different but fine. This must be what it is like to were nice things, she thought. It was the first time that Chastity had ever worn something so nice and maybe now she understood why other girls liked the little metal bits.
The magazine on top of the stack was not one of hers. Chastity remembered that she had bought the Cosmo for Diane to get a store coupon. She had intended to give it back to Diane bu must have forgotten. Chastity had not read Cosmo before; she considered it a useless publication that talked about nothing but makeup and sex. But now for the first time she found herself laying on her bed flipping through the pages.
One article caught her eye. It was about women who had never been able to find pleasure in sex before. The article described certain things that could be done to solve the problem. Chastity read with her critical eye all about clitoris stimulation and relaxation techniques. She read about mental imagery and helpful tips to get the most out of her personal time. While she read, Chastity slid a hand under her jeans. Textbook knowledge was put into practical use.
Chastity felt around her private area. There was lingering tingling sensation about her crotch and soon she was stripping off her jeans to get a better hand position. She noticed that her lips seemed swollen and they were more sensitive than usual. Chastity used her fingers to mimic what the magazine had taught her and she found her clitoris. It seemed bigger than it had before. It was red and swollen and seemed to being begging to be touched. Gently, Chastity complied.
There was huge difference this time. Sparks of pleasure raced about her body and touched her mind. Her fingers massaged and played with her sensitive lips and red-hot button. Letting the magazine drop to the floor, Chastity used her other hand to find her erect nipples and she started rubbing and kneading them also in time to the waves of pleasure from her crotch. It all built quickly and soon she was writhing on the bed unable to stop touching herself and unwilling to either. Her head lolled about on the pillows and her eyes unfocused. Chastity was lost in a mental world that excluded everything but the fiery points of pleasure on her body and the things that played with them.
It was not too long before Chastity climaxed. She lay for a long time afterward. She knew why the other girls had wanted her to be happy now. She smiled and kept smiling even as she spent the rest of the morning reading and trying everything else she could find in the magazine.